Oh, poor Frosty! I used to know him, Rudolf — a very funny guy, and with an excellent imagination. We threw snowballs at each other a thousand times, and now — how terrible — this is him. It makes my stomach turn. I don’t know how many times I kissed the coal lips right here. Where are your jokes now? Your pranks? Your songs?Your flashes of wit that used to set the whole meadow laughing? You don’t make anybody smile now. Are you sad about that? You need to go to my snowman’s garden and tell him that no matter how many buttons he sticks in his belly, he’ll end up just like you some day. That’ll make him laugh.